Sanniang asked, "Are you going?"
Ever since the three sisters became famous, the eldest and second aunts didn't know how to deal with those upper-class people, and they were busy with the management work of the textile factory. After much consideration, she was the most suitable person to communicate with them.
In order not to offend anyone, she also attended several parties. She knew that every party was not simple. There were twists and turns involved that ordinary people could not understand.
You might offend a lot of people with just one word.
"How can I not go?" An Jingzhi spread his hands and said, "The French ambassador has already sent an invitation."
This is different from the invitations given by ordinary people. Moreover, the situation is becoming more and more chaotic, and the government is unreliable. One more friend means more options.
"Perhaps this isn't such a bad thing," Er Niang said calmly, "If an ambassador from a certain country can invite Jing Zhi, then he must have a good impression of him."
No matter what they think in their hearts, they can only think positively. Can they really refuse?
While waiting for the banquet, An Jingzhi did a lot of research on the French ambassador, Christophe.
I heard that his wife loved reading the novels he wrote, and she bought quite a few books printed by the printing factory and had publicly expressed her appreciation for the author many times.
But an ambassador of a country would not invite him to a banquet attended by celebrities from all over the world just because his wife likes to read his novels, right?
With this question in mind, An Jingzhi changed into a well-fitting suit and attended the banquet.
Christophe recognized An Jingzhi the moment he saw him. He said with the exaggerated enthusiasm that is unique to Westerners:
"Oh, dear Mr. Shanhe, you are finally here."
"Mr. Christophe speaks authentic Mandarin." An Jingzhi expressed his sincere gratitude.
"Haha," he laughed heartily, "Many Chinese people have said the same thing. It seems my efforts have not been in vain. I've been learning Chinese for ten years!"
He pulled An Jingzhi into the center of the banquet, talking as they walked: "But my wife Hua Guoyu is better than me, you will be able to meet her later."
"She particularly likes your novels, especially the first one, 'The Story of Chang Ping'. She has read it many times."
"To be honest, I never thought that this kind of time travel hypothesis would appear in the East. I was very shocked when I first heard about it."
It was obvious that Mr. Christophe took great care of him. While talking to him, he gave him a general introduction to the situation at the banquet.
Today's banquet includes all the upper-class elites who can come from Shanghai.
"Mr. Christophe, don't forget that China has thousands of years of culture and ranks among the top in the world in terms of population. This is nothing to be shocked about."
Christophe shook his head and said, "If it was the China of the past, maybe, but now."
The other party didn't finish his words, and An Jingzhi understood what he meant. He didn't finish his words just because he didn't want to lose face.
As for the situation in China as a whole, different people have different opinions.
Almost everyone wanted to pounce on it and take a bite.
"Honestly, Mr. Shanhe," Christophe said seriously, "I prefer your articles on economics and international affairs to your novels."
He raised his hands and said exaggeratedly, "That article you wrote about the island nation's evil ambitions has now been partially confirmed."
"When I first read this article, I actually didn't quite believe it, but unfortunately, this is the truth."
"This is already public information internationally. The islanders are taking more and more actions, and many military experts have already predicted their next move."
His expression was serious. "It's pretty much the same as you predicted. They might not be as radical as you think. They believe the island nation does want to invade, but they should proceed gradually, rather than attempting an all-out war."
An Jingzhi didn't know what expression to show. The more he understood this era, the sadder it seemed. If foreigners could predict the situation, why couldn't the officials of the National Government predict it?
It was nothing more than a self-deception. No wonder the Red Party was able to seize power in the end.
"Mr. Christophe, not only do you speak Chinese well, but you also use idioms very accurately."
"But unfortunately, I still stick to my previous judgment."
The other party spread his hands and said, "I knew it would be like this. I've read almost all of your articles. To be honest, Mr. Shanhe, you are one of the people I've seen in France who has a broad perspective."
"There are many people who have a broad perspective, but they don't want to attract attention like me." An Jingzhi said modestly.
"No, no, no," he raised a finger and shook it, "Forget it, let's not discuss this topic anymore. Time will tell."
An Jingzhi's arrival attracted the attention of many people at the banquet. Anyone who could attend the banquet hosted by the consulate must be in a high position or a wealthy businessman.
Some people around him might know him, but no one recognized this young face that suddenly appeared.
Although An Jingzhi is very famous in the literary circle and has some recognition among the general public, it does not mean that these high-level people know him. At most, they have heard of his pen name.
"Who is this person?"
"I've never seen him before. He looks quite young. Is he from some family?"
"Then he should have been brought here by an elder in the family. It seems to me that he came here on his own."
"The Franco-French ambassador seems very enthusiastic about him. Could he really be the son of a high-ranking official?"
The people around him immediately sneered: "The government is weak. The French ambassador doesn't even have a good face towards high-ranking officials. How can he be so enthusiastic towards their children?"
"Keep your voice down. There are a lot of government officials around here. They might make things difficult for you."
The man curled his lips, but finally stopped talking.
Several people in high positions gathered together and were also asking about An Jingzhi's situation.
After asking around, I still couldn't figure out his identity.
At the center of everyone's attention, An Jingzhi was introduced to his wife by Christophe.
When the other party saw An Jing, he opened his mouth and exclaimed twice, and said ecstatically: "Oh, dear, Mr. Mei Shanhe is here too!"
She turned and gave Kristoff a passionate kiss.
She let go of her husband and was about to give An Jingzhi a warm hug, but An Jingzhi extended his right hand in time.
The other party was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his right hand to shake hands with him.
"I know that Chinese people value subtlety. I'm so excited, Mr. Shanhe. I love your novels so much."
"Every heroine in your novel is a resilient, strong and brave woman! I have recommended your novels to my friends in France many times, and they have also fallen in love with your novels. As soon as your novels are published, I will buy them and send them back to China to share with them."
"If they knew I was talking to you right now, they would be so jealous that they'd go crazy."
"Thank you for your kindness, ma'am." An Jingzhi replied politely.
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